...on the first run
...it all started with a walk, of course.. with raggedy clothes, work clothes, jeans, slacks, shorts, loose, tight, in flip flops, sandals, rubber shoes, boots, pumps..i walked..up the stairs, down the stairs, asphalted roads, newly paved streets, dusty ground, winding trails, rocky uphills, treacherous downhills, grassy steppes..in the heat of midmorning.. the clean world after a downpour.. under the pouring rain or the soft caress of a drizzle..in the coolness of dawn or the mellowing dusk..i walked..to work..after work..to the sari-sari store..to a neighboring cousin, to church, around a new workplace..i walked in squalid settlements, creepy ghettos, luxurious neighborhoods.. i walked..thinking..planning... absorbing what my senses offer.. i walked in solitude..in the company of a friend..colleagues..with a date..and i walked on..
don't we all..one way or the other..walk?...yet, there's more to it i know
...so i jogged...baby steps running..trotting..the thrill encompassing..the wind embracing my moving body..sweat pouring out of my pores..cleansing the layers of my covering..clearing my mind of last night's cobwebs... pumping the adrenaline.. awakening my senses..exhilaration after covering miles and miles..and the miles shall go on..as long as the knees allows it...its addictive...a week rendered incomplete without the seeping sweat suit on the road...first done to liberate the pounds...then for the heck of keeping this 30 plus bag of bod from becoming a wilted dysfunctional being... now its to feel the wind... the cleansing perspiration exuding from the body as feet pounds the scenic stretch...the awakening of a warm up and the calming of a cool down...it has become part of my system...creating balance to this fixation... so i shall run some more...